Bastiennes Butt Butter - Reality Check

With an air of amusement and intrigue, Bastiennes teasingly presents herself to you, her supple, round bottom perfectly framed in her tight dress. She knows what you're thinking, she knows what you want to do to her, and she decides to indulge your dirty little secret just a little bit more. Slowly, she turns around, her plump ass cheeks swaying hypnotically as they come into view. Oh, the things she could do with those cheeks... the filthy thoughts run rampant in your mind.

Reaching behind her, she gently caresses the fabric over her backside, teasing out a clump of her signature butt butter - the stuff of legend among those in the know. The scent of rich, creamy perfume fills the air as she deliberately massages the butter into her pores, coating her skin and leaving a seductive trail for your nose to follow. It's intoxicating... it's disgusting... it's everything you ever wanted.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto the toilet seat, her full weight settling onto your lap. Your cock stiffens even further at the intimate contact, straining against your pants. She grinds her hips against you, hell-bent on forcing you to the edge of madness. You can feel the heat from her body, the gentle squelching sounds as her ass cheeks come to rest on your thighs. "Oh yes," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire, "You want this, don't you?"

You nod, unable to speak, your eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading across her white panties. God, you want to taste it, you want to feel it on your tongue, you want to bury your face in her ass and just... let go. But she doesn't make it easy for you. Instead, she teasingly rubs the butter-coated cheeks against your face, leaving wet, smelly trails in their wake. You try to kiss her, to sink your lips into the softness of her skin, but she's having none of it. Instead, she pulls away, just out of reach.

Together, you wait. The anticipation building, the air thick with tension. You can feel the heat radiating off her body, see the soft, supple flesh quivering in excitement. And then, without warning, she leans forward and lets out a long, low moan. Oh fuck yes, you think, she's going to do it. With a final, teasing wiggle, she stands up, lifting her dress to reveal her bare lower half. She turns around slowly, presenting her round, plump ass to you like a queen offering her throne. The sight of her exposed, hairless anus is enough to send shivers down your spine.

Slowly, she lowers herself back onto the toilet, this time sinking all the way down until your cock presses against her panties. She rocks back and forth, humming softly to herself, her ass cheeks rubbing tantalizingly against the head of your cock. You can feel the walls of her rectum quivering in anticipation, but she still doesn't give in. Instead, she leans back, offering you a view of her glistening asshole.

You stare, mesmerized, as she starts to push. First, a small lump of barely-formed shit squirts out of her anus and lands in the toilet bowl with a splash. She grimaces in mock disgust, but you know she's loving every second of this. Tentatively, you reach out and touch the warm, sticky substance, marveling at the mixture of fear and desire coursing through your veins. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, and you know you want more. Much, much more.

With a sultry smile, she leans forward again, her face only inches from the edge of the toilet bowl. "Here," she purrs, "Have a taste." And before you can protest, she shoves her face into the bowl, her mouth opening wide as she begins to slurp up the thick, creamy mush. It's disgusting, it's incredibly sexy, and you can't take your eyes off her. The sight of her clean, beautiful face covered in shit is enough to make you ache with lust.

Slowly, almost teasingly, she pulls away from the bowl, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the mess in front of her. She licks her lips suggestively, her tongue darting out to gather every last drop of the filthy concoction. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks, her voice still husky with desire. "Is this what you thought it would be like?"

You shake your head, unable to form words. All you can do is nod, your eyes fixed on the trail of butter and shit crusted to her chin. "Well," she says, standing up and wiping her hands on her dress, "If that's what you think being close to my ass is all about, then you've got a lot to learn." She steps away from the toilet, her hips swaying hypnotically as she walks towards the sink. "Now," she says as she reaches down to turn on the hot water, "Why don't you just wash up and go home? I'm sure there are plenty of other filthy bastards out there who'd be more than happy to play your disgusting little games."